Come back tomorrow if you want a real post

Sorry, I have nothing for you today. As mentioned previously, the kidneys, they hate me. Especially as the morning was spent getting an ultrasound. No better way to make already sad internal organs scream with rage than by letting the ultrasound technician smash them to bits with the thingamajiggie. I'll be glad to know (in a few days) what the heck is up. If it is a kidney stone, alright already, you can show yourself now. The Leester and Wee are wagering on it's size and sadly both are rooting for something the size of a golf-ball. The Leester says it dates back to evolution, the same fixation as eating bugs out of each others fur. He is an odd one, yup. The ass.

The wee gets a notable mention though, for thinking it wise (or not thinking at all) to introduce a portable hand-held fan to the back of my hair, right at the crown.

Ahem...Have you seen my hair? See below. Needless to say, I was as unimpressed as the Leester was amused. Oh yah, the bald guy finally has his day. Make that a pair of asses, shall we?

Good thing the love, it is unconditional.